Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1887-09-29

Polly, wondering what made Tad s.
unusually silent "Here. Bounce
Bouncer' Bounce had grown into
quite sturdy, good-natured pup, with
a gruff voice, and a propensity fol-
picking up and carrying off any stray
article that he found lying about.
Sometimes it was Polly's slipper, OF
perhaps one of Mrs. Flagg's dish-towels;
but, curiously enough, he never tore or
destroyed any thing of the kind.
So, us, IN answer to Polly's call,
Bounce presently came rushing toward
them through the bushes, Polly was
not SURPRISED at seeing something in
his mouth.
Naughty Bounced" said Polly. with
make-believe severity; bring it here
this moment, SIR
Bounce obeyed at once.
"Why, it's folded, newspaper,
with Mr.. Forests name on the edge"
she exclaimed, as she took II from be-
| tween Bounce's white teeth. HE
must have dropped it out of his pocket
when he jumped up so quick" added
Polly, with a merry laugh, in which
Tad, reused from his abstraction by
the little incident, at once joined.
You'll see Mr.. Forrest before do,
Tad" Polly continued, as she extended
the newspaper; 81 wish you'd give it
to him-somehow, l don't like him one
Bit
"All right replied Tad, taking the
paper, ''I'll hand it to him when see
him; though don't fancy him much
myself. But 1 wonder where on earth
Joe is!'' he added, suddenly noticing
the prolonged absence of his friend and
crOny.
Joseph is here, son of the pale-face"
suddenly responded a cultural voice
from the roadside, ''but his feet no
longer tread the paths of peace, for they
are set upon the war-path, and before
another moon the scalp of the Forrest
chieftain shall dangle in his wigwam!'
With this terrible announcement,
figure attired in blanket shawl, With
disheveled hair hanging about his face,
which was adorned with alternate
stripes of crimson, blue and yellow,
burst forth from the bushes, uttering a
fiendish and blood-curdling yell.
He shook wildly aloft white linen UNI
brella with one hand, while in the other
was an article held in the manner of an
Indian spear, which Tad and Polly SIM
ultaneously recognized as the younger
Miss Bakers patent folding easel. After
allowing Mr.. FORESTS anger a suffi-
cient time to cool, Joe had wandered
back to the shore, where he was at
d. l.
her shawl and sketching utensils back
to her boarding. place, while Mr.. For
rest took the little party for row on
the pond. The possession of such avail
able material was too great tempta-
ton for Joe, who had at once utilized
them, with the effect 1 have Just de-
scribed.
.'Ha! Har' cried the Indian brave,
executing fantastic war-dance in tho
middle of the road, while Bounce
barked, and his two friends regarded
his paint-smeared face with astonish-
ment, "does the daughter of the Lenni
Lenape shrink back? Let her have no
fear-the flower of his tribe wars not
upon helpless women, nor does he fear
even though the dread avenger be at
his heels!' Perhaps the red mans ut
terance would have been less boastful
had he known that the avenger, in the
unexpected person of Deacon Whitney,
was so close ut hand. The deacon, hav-
ing been hunting up a stray steer
along the pond shore, had suddenly
turned a bend in the wood-road in
time to recognize his erratic sons
voice.
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